Chapter 774 The Weakness of the Gods

Step...step...step.

The footsteps were very heavy, and everyone noticed the person coming from that direction.

He was very muscular and dressed in all black, so it was impossible to see what he looked like.

"This oppressive aura is so strong! This guy is the legendary Piccolo Daimaō. He does look a bit scary. No wonder Oolong didn't want to come along."

Bulma said it was scary, but her tone was very teasing.

The main reason was that he felt that with Uncle Musashi here, these troubles were not really troubles at all.

What so-called great demon king? In front of Uncle Musashi, even a dragon would have to coil up.

"Wait a minute, I've seen Piccolo before, and he didn't look like this. What's going on with this guy? But this aura is very similar to his."

Master Roshi frowned. Although he was old and his memory wasn't as good as it used to be, in his memory, King Piccolo was definitely not like this.

Where did this guy come from?

This powerful aura was unlike anyone he had ever seen before, yet it also bore a resemblance to Piccolo Daimaō, leaving him somewhat confused.

"He is Piccolo Daimaō, but he has been modified and his fighting power may be even greater than before. You must be careful."

The moment Piccolo appeared, Kami sensed it and was quite certain that it was another evil version of himself.

Although there has been a change in temperament, the fundamental shared origins and roots remain unchanged.

"The doctor orders you all to die!"

Android 12 immediately identified its target and charged at Suzumiya Musashi without hesitation upon seeing him.

"What an amazing speed! This thing is even more powerful than before. What could have transformed it?"

Master Roshi was even more shocked to discover that the other party had disappeared before he could see it clearly with his naked eye.

What kind of ruthless person could possibly transform this great demon king who almost ruled the world, even though he was sealed away?

But that doesn't mean there are no threats at all.

All I can say is that he is indeed a talented person.

It's a pity he didn't use his talent for the right thing.

"Hmph, you damned bastards, just die! You've caused my research funding to be cut off, and I'm out of a lot of research materials. Well then, you'll become my research material!"

Dr. Gro watched all this secretly, feeling very proud of Android 12's fighting power. He simply couldn't believe that these people could stop him.

A huge shockwave rose up, and Karin Uzumaki, along with Blue-haired Launch and Bulma, retreated into the distance. She realized what Musashi was up to; he probably just wanted to play around.

Then I'll just go watch the show from the sidelines.

"Not bad, it's fast, but it lacks a bit of power."

Suzumiya Musashi neither dodged nor evaded, letting Piccolo's fist strike her abdomen without changing her expression or even taking a step back.

"what?!"

Dr. Gro's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

Piccolo Daimaō is like a cold, hard weapon, showing no signs of stopping. If one attack isn't effective, then let's try more.

"Ola Ola Ola!"

Countless punches landed on Suzumiya Musashi, but it was like tickling him.

"This combat power is quite strong, with over a thousand of them. As expected of you, Dr. Gro. If you had been able to research this for a few more years, even the God of Destruction might not be a match for you."

Suzumiya Musashi looked at a camera, as if she were making eye contact with Gro.

He wasn't exaggerating; after all, the combat power of the androids the other party was researching wasn't increasing exponentially, but rather exponentially. Who knew where its limits were?

"Damn it, is this some kind of mockery? Number 12, give it your all!"

Dr. Groh was initially startled, thinking he had revealed his location, but he quickly realized that the other party was provoking him. He angrily took out a remote control, pointed it at the red button, and pressed it.

Piccolo, who had been unleashing a furious barrage of attacks, suddenly stopped, his face contorted in struggle.

"I am Piccolo Daimaō... How could I be controlled by a mere mortal... No way!"

"It's out of control now. It seems that guy isn't up to par either, or perhaps overly intelligent androids will eventually develop their own thoughts."

This time, Suzumiya Musashi didn't choose to take action; he wanted to see what would happen in the end.

"What happened to this guy? How did he become like this?"

Master Roshi then realized what was happening and hurried over to observe more closely, but he hesitated and didn't get too close.

"It looks like it's been modified, but that's not important. It seems like this guy has awakened his own will again."

Suzumiya Musashi shook his head. It was obvious that whether they intervened or not, Piccolo Daimaō was likely not going to survive today, after all, this guy still had some pride as a god.

They were gods, after all, but a mortal transformed them into this grotesque creature. Who could bear it?

"Damn it, you're starting to rebel so soon? Hmph, do you think you'd have this much strength without me?"

Dr. Gro's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom as he looked at Number 12, who hadn't made a move yet. Although this guy was quite strong in combat.

However, his body was already too old. If he hadn't put in so much effort to modify it, would he have such fighting power?

However, that doesn't matter. Even if the other party doesn't want to take action, it doesn't matter. To prevent the Android 8 incident from happening again, Dr. Gero specially installed a super bomb that could explode at any time inside Piccolo Daimaō.

That thing was very powerful; he didn't believe the other side could withstand it.

...

"God, what's wrong?"

At that moment, Mr. Bobo suddenly noticed that the god had fallen down.

"It looks like that guy can't hold on any longer. It's okay. Even if I die, don't be sad."

The god was very weak, but very calm.

Having lived for so long, he had long seen through many things. Back then, in order to become a god here, he dispersed the evil thoughts in his heart.

Ultimately, this led to a terrible disaster. If it weren't for Mutaito sacrificing his life to seal Piccolo Daimaō, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Now that the other party is finally about to disappear, he is overjoyed.

If he hadn't been unable to commit suicide as a god, he would have already sacrificed his own life to take the other party down with him.

...

"Is this guy going to mutate?"

Bulma looked nervously at Piccolo Daimaō, who was kneeling on the ground and rolling around, wondering what was wrong with him.